the brush, the clothes, the heavy bag of books.
I collect knowledge like loose change.
then return to a house that feels like a pause.
And repeating the same day
The rhythm repeats a predictable beat.
as it always does—a script I know by heart.
But as time thins, the center feels hollow.
Is there something more? Is there something new?
I'm too tired for this same day with no changes.
I am searching for a door out of the loop.
But I stand frozen before the handle.
I am haunted by the duality of change—
a lucky break or a total ruin.
So I stay.
The chains are wrapped tight around me.
so heavy I cannot even reach the lock.
I am a prisoner of my own safety.
stuck in the loop of this endless Hopelessness
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 7:19 AM UTC
the brush, the clothes, the heavy bag of books.
I collect knowledge like loose change.
then return to a house that feels like a pause.
And repeating the same day
The rhythm repeats a predictable beat.
as it always does—a script I know by heart.
But as time thins, the center feels hollow.
Is there something more? Is there something new?
I'm too tired for this same day with no changes.
I am searching for a door out of the loop.
But I stand frozen before the handle.
I am haunted by the duality of change—
a lucky break or a total ruin.
So I stay.
The chains are wrapped tight around me.
so heavy I cannot even reach the lock.
I am a prisoner of my own safety.
stuck in the loop of this endless Hopelessness
